In the compilation of time, in the void of myself, I regret nothing, except half understanding
things. Doubt is also my eternal friend, for being human, and this, the contradiction that makes us doubtable
beings in our own eyes.
Time ticks by and we fall in it without thinking that the dream remains. While we can dream, nothing and no-one
will be able to stop us, not even evolution itself, which seems to work at nature’s whim without taking into
account this fantastic capacity for order, our human gift.
One dreams and in a moment we are transported in indefinite time, because it is time that brings out the best
of us to attain it.